National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2018
#NaPoWriMo2018
Poems taking part in NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo 2018. National Poetry Writing Month takes place in April. Join us each year, and write a poem a day for the whole month (30 poems in 30 days). Congrats to those who completed NaPoWriMo 2018: Ahavati, cloventongue89, David_Macleod, Hepcat61, ImperfectedStone, Jade-Pandora, JohnnyBlaze, MadameLavender, mel44, Misfitpoet89, poetryaccident, RevolutionAL, rosegold, rowantree, samael, thepositivelydark, Thetravelingfairy and Viddax.
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Muse
(villanelle)
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise,
A glimpse of furled smile's grace in new dawn light,
When I with guided hand her touch advise.
Her riffs and rills bring thrilling pen’s arise,
As sacred ink flows free from fingered plight.
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise.
How quick she spreads her need that I baptize
With mouth’ed line and phrase for her delight
When I, with guided hand, her touch advise.
With every stroke complete and stroke revise,
She opens more her...
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise,
A glimpse of furled smile's grace in new dawn light,
When I with guided hand her touch advise.
Her riffs and rills bring thrilling pen’s arise,
As sacred ink flows free from fingered plight.
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise.
How quick she spreads her need that I baptize
With mouth’ed line and phrase for her delight
When I, with guided hand, her touch advise.
With every stroke complete and stroke revise,
She opens more her...
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2018
939 reads
6 Comments
The Rut
A morning chill, the scent is in the air.
The males all lift their heads w’ nostrils flared.
It is the season poets congregate
In open fields to meet and take a mate.
In joining pen w’ pen to no more roam,
To propagate in pairs and make a poem.
The strongest bucks of verse will be a catch
That poet doe’s of equal skill can fetch.
All through the spring the ink of love fulfills,
To flow through veins of passion, creeks & rills.
The poet bucks who lost are feeling hurt:
“I came to write and got a lousy...
The males all lift their heads w’ nostrils flared.
It is the season poets congregate
In open fields to meet and take a mate.
In joining pen w’ pen to no more roam,
To propagate in pairs and make a poem.
The strongest bucks of verse will be a catch
That poet doe’s of equal skill can fetch.
All through the spring the ink of love fulfills,
To flow through veins of passion, creeks & rills.
The poet bucks who lost are feeling hurt:
“I came to write and got a lousy...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#lover
#WritingPoetry
828 reads
12 Comments
Black Market Friday
It’s ev’ry month I come collect my pay
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay
I bank inside a jar and hide away.
And when it’s time I add a little more,
Then jog into the DU general store
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.
I say there is no time for me to waste,
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.
But...
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay
I bank inside a jar and hide away.
And when it’s time I add a little more,
Then jog into the DU general store
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.
I say there is no time for me to waste,
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.
But...
#confessional
#consumerism
#NaPoWriMo2018
#funny
#satirical
756 reads
12 Comments
I Don't Care What You Write
Don't care
if it's rhyme
slam
or rap
Poetic
systematic
even
theatric
If it poured out of you
or if your brain
battled to
find the
word
If it's love
hate
or your story of
fate
If you put your
heart on the page
or your half ass
sexuality in the title
Because see
I don't care
if you
write
or even have
an
entry
or exit
Whether you submit
sext
or just
text
Write if you must
but
Read;
...
if it's rhyme
slam
or rap
Poetic
systematic
even
theatric
If it poured out of you
or if your brain
battled to
find the
word
If it's love
hate
or your story of
fate
If you put your
heart on the page
or your half ass
sexuality in the title
Because see
I don't care
if you
write
or even have
an
entry
or exit
Whether you submit
sext
or just
text
Write if you must
but
Read;
...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
536 reads
[ NaPoWriMo - 2018 Collection ] Anatomy of Loss
Prelude
The Known Unknown:
a subconscious Being residing
amid our Living waters;
an under-pulse within reach
of understanding
Its indecipherable meaning
barely beyond explainable feeling ...
The Known Unknown:
a subconscious Being residing
amid our Living waters;
an under-pulse within reach
of understanding
Its indecipherable meaning
barely beyond explainable feeling ...
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2018
#humankind #WritingPoetry
#humankind #WritingPoetry
1681 reads
92 Comments
Patterns transpiring in alternate realities
Cloudwalker catching tears in a picnic basket
dialog dragged the craters surface
a Carl Ade safe from Stuttgart
only charred wooden embers ash remained
cares melted away like the imaginary food on the plastic stove that day
fish hooks crawl under my skin to catch what i fear
i viewed Death as crumbling paper flip book animation
worn are these pages and speed
simulate the motion
simulate the motion
cataclysm
we saw the triumphant return of the Valkyrie
sweet as...
dialog dragged the craters surface
a Carl Ade safe from Stuttgart
only charred wooden embers ash remained
cares melted away like the imaginary food on the plastic stove that day
fish hooks crawl under my skin to catch what i fear
i viewed Death as crumbling paper flip book animation
worn are these pages and speed
simulate the motion
simulate the motion
cataclysm
we saw the triumphant return of the Valkyrie
sweet as...
#courage
#NaPoWriMo2018
635 reads
0 Comments
If We Could Be
The light
beach sand
shadowed in the
dawn
Soft sea whispering
"I Love You's"
in the wash
behind it
A dead branch
from a tree
[no one
has seen]
Tattoed
in burn marks and
termite burrows
scattered aimlessly
surounded in
sea shells
on the shore
I'd hold her hand
She'd walk over it
concentrating
as if
it were
a balance beam
Then she'd giggle
as she
lost balance
falling
into my arms
...
beach sand
shadowed in the
dawn
Soft sea whispering
"I Love You's"
in the wash
behind it
A dead branch
from a tree
[no one
has seen]
Tattoed
in burn marks and
termite burrows
scattered aimlessly
surounded in
sea shells
on the shore
I'd hold her hand
She'd walk over it
concentrating
as if
it were
a balance beam
Then she'd giggle
as she
lost balance
falling
into my arms
...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
528 reads
Sculptress
(pantoum)
formule poésie érotique 2/30
With quickened hands, how swift she shapes the wood.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
Her passions swell and love’s flow bare withstood,
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
She found the pleasant features of its rise.
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed,
Each whetted stroke, revealing its franchise.
She found the pleasant features of its rise,
Could easy bend to fill her fondest scheme.
Each whetted stroke, revealing its...
formule poésie érotique 2/30
With quickened hands, how swift she shapes the wood.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
Her passions swell and love’s flow bare withstood,
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
She found the pleasant features of its rise.
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed,
Each whetted stroke, revealing its franchise.
She found the pleasant features of its rise,
Could easy bend to fill her fondest scheme.
Each whetted stroke, revealing its...
#erotic
#NaPoWriMo2018
653 reads
2 Comments
Beyond The Brier Patch
razor wired ideas
cut to the heart of things
quick and deadly is the day
harbinger of nefarious deeds
done undercover of the moon
who slumbers in immortal bliss while the orb shines
lovingly, turning a blind eye while her children are at play
wicked is the night
that lit fire under the revelers
carousing, biting, devouring flesh
they race to the sun
leaving graffiti songs
for the Earth to dance to
imps and devils delight
while naked we crash into thought
waking to radio...
cut to the heart of things
quick and deadly is the day
harbinger of nefarious deeds
done undercover of the moon
who slumbers in immortal bliss while the orb shines
lovingly, turning a blind eye while her children are at play
wicked is the night
that lit fire under the revelers
carousing, biting, devouring flesh
they race to the sun
leaving graffiti songs
for the Earth to dance to
imps and devils delight
while naked we crash into thought
waking to radio...
#gothic
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2018 #TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2018 #TruthOfLife
1110 reads
12 Comments
Easter
I know we both have been preoccupied,
You probably most times have often said.
It’s not your fault but something we can’t hide
Twix pages that are not meant to be read.
But if we can’t talk, by then, what I want
Is my hollow choc’late Easter bun’ny.
I gotta have it, though that’s what it’s not.
I’m type 2 laughing, sad, ironic’lly.
For chocolate I’ll do almost anything,
The hollowness inside mimics the pain.
And sweets can never full exile its sting,
Like plunge into my thigh like Novocain.
So please fill up my...
You probably most times have often said.
It’s not your fault but something we can’t hide
Twix pages that are not meant to be read.
But if we can’t talk, by then, what I want
Is my hollow choc’late Easter bun’ny.
I gotta have it, though that’s what it’s not.
I’m type 2 laughing, sad, ironic’lly.
For chocolate I’ll do almost anything,
The hollowness inside mimics the pain.
And sweets can never full exile its sting,
Like plunge into my thigh like Novocain.
So please fill up my...
#Easter
#NaPoWriMo2018
#addiction #illness
#addiction #illness
725 reads
8 Comments
Little Deaths
( a Sonnet )
While hoping for his call on phone I write,
There’s sound of rain & warmth from vented heat.
I’m coil’d up on the bed bathed in soft light,
And leaves that scatter chatter down the street.
The flicker of a bulb, the wind in flight,
My mind is playing tricks like rising damp.
The walls where shadows watch in dead of night
Keep distant never coming near my lamp.
The Muse is still’d while other thoughts are there,
The gusts of rain are keeping him from speech.
I pause to rest my eyes and tousle...
While hoping for his call on phone I write,
There’s sound of rain & warmth from vented heat.
I’m coil’d up on the bed bathed in soft light,
And leaves that scatter chatter down the street.
The flicker of a bulb, the wind in flight,
My mind is playing tricks like rising damp.
The walls where shadows watch in dead of night
Keep distant never coming near my lamp.
The Muse is still’d while other thoughts are there,
The gusts of rain are keeping him from speech.
I pause to rest my eyes and tousle...
#love
#storm
#night
#NaPoWriMo2018
#lover
853 reads
16 Comments
Temple’s Hidden Urn
(sonnet)
formule poésie érotique 3/30
How heart has turned to shocks of goddess need,
Unbidden gapes, the urn where solace stood.
Tears frozen in their wayward drift concede,
As orb again wrest rain from deepest wood.
The dreamy star-shown maw past southern vale,
High spritely form, engulf the tallest tree.
With widened mouth to catch the washing gale,
Her farthest valley well receives with glee.
In struggled path at narrows’ rend expand,
Hard pressed in finding ways pursuing please,
But gate resist will prim...
formule poésie érotique 3/30
How heart has turned to shocks of goddess need,
Unbidden gapes, the urn where solace stood.
Tears frozen in their wayward drift concede,
As orb again wrest rain from deepest wood.
The dreamy star-shown maw past southern vale,
High spritely form, engulf the tallest tree.
With widened mouth to catch the washing gale,
Her farthest valley well receives with glee.
In struggled path at narrows’ rend expand,
Hard pressed in finding ways pursuing please,
But gate resist will prim...
#forest
#nature
#erotic #NaPoWriMo2018
#erotic #NaPoWriMo2018
632 reads
0 Comments
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Ahavati
#NaPoWriMo2018 is curated by Ahavati (Tams).